Things felt like they were sliding back into something reminiscent of when this was easier and Dean adapted easily, meeting the change in intensity with the same amount of enthusiasm. He had full control of himself, even if the feeling of Dempsey sliding closer still undid him a little. That hadn't changed at least, no matter what else had happened.

He rolled his hips against Dempsey's, an instinctual reaction if nothing else. Dean was trying to respond in turn, keeping up with whatever it was Dempsey wanted out of the night. He changed his grip, hands pulling down, increasing the pressure between them. Dean's goal was always the same; meet his partner's needs, whatever they may be. His own satisfaction came from getting other people off. He was trying not to get too caught up in his own head, because that certainly wasn't what they needed tonight. Finding the balance was the important part and he hoped if he overstepped again somehow, accidentally, that Dempsey would call him on it. He had always been perfectly capable of keeping the two parts of himself separate though.

His hands drifted upward again coming to rest between Dempsey's collarbone and jaw, no pressure, hopefully to show the contrast, as he plunged into the kiss with a little more fervor. He had an idea where he wanted to take the night, but it would remain to see if they got there.